Alter Persona
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Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon! I own Drakon and Halgre though. ^_^
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Author's notes:
Glad to see that some people like this story! Thanks everyone for their support for this story! It's my best work, and I'm glad others like it.
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Lance stood up abruptly as a one of the guards burst into the room, his left arm nothing but a bleeding stump. "What the fuck is going on outside?!" he demanded, as more screams of pain and gunfire became more evident now that the door was open.
"T-the intruder... sir," the guard gasped almost going into shock. "He's slaughtering us all!"
"But it can't be! He's dead and I saw it with my own eyes!" Lance yelled at him, before heading out the door, the rest of the gym leaders more inclined to stay within the room. They definitely did not want to meet whatever did that to the guard's arm.
"Dead am I?" a low dangerous voice answered him from above. Lance glanced upwards, to see the intruder- whom he had yet to know the name- clinging onto the ceiling, looking down at him like a lizard at home. As shots pelted the concrete of the ceiling, Ash deftly strafed away, heading to where the firers were.
As Ash started on the guards, Lance had to look away, as did Erika and Brock who were peering over his shoulder. Only after silence had descended, Lance looked at Ash again. The wall, the ground and certain parts of the ceiling were painted with blood from the numerous bodies laying on the ground missing limbs, usually the head.
With a soft thump, Ash released his grip on the ceiling, landing on the carpet-soaked with the crimson red substance- before looking at Lance with a smirk plastered on his face. "Apparently, you've been leading this little group trainers against me," he came closer slowly, pushing his sunglasses higher up the bridge of his nose.
"We had to protect the orb from thieves of any kind. Especially one from Team Rocket," Lance replied strongly, putting up a brave front. However, he had already guessed that this intruder was no normal person...
"But I do believe that this is what you were intending to protect?" Ash held up a smooth round ball, make of a kind of stone. "Rather nice of you to leave me in the store just next to the chamber. Or maybe it was Lorelei?" he returned the black stone into one of his pockets, regarding the woman who had came out to join Lance.
For the few seconds which stretched painfully for Lance, Lorelei and the intruder seemed to observe each other. However, because of the dark glasses both were wearing, they could not tell.
"I do not appreciate anyone trying to kill me, but I've got to let you go this time," Ash muttered loud enough for them to hear, before looking into the room, where Misty's sisters were holding onto each other tightly, and the other gym leaders were. "I would like Erika to accompany for a while. And it's a statement, not a request."
"Why do you want her to go with you?" Brock demanded, crossing his arms. "Do you want to use her as a hostage like you did to Misty?" he added, before realizing who had been missing. "Where is Misty anyway?! If you've done anything to her...."
"I do not need a hostage to leave this place. As for Miss Waterflower, she is fine. And I give you my word that I shall not harm Erika, even if you do not trust me," Ash told Brock coldly.
Erika took a step forward. "I'll take your word for it," she announced to Ash, much to Lance and Brock's shock and apparent wish to protest. "But on the condition you take me to my friend," she added, her arms crossed.
Ash nodded, before lowering his glasses slightly for a moment. It was enough to stop Lance and Brock holding Erika back. There was an aura of danger which seemed to enshroud them, when they saw his eyes. Meekly, the two men stayed in their place but watched as Erika closed the distance between Ash and herself.
There was silence as Ash turned and lead the way out of the museum. Not that either of them wanted to start a conversation with each other. But Erika was worried for her friend. Misty could've been killed by this man, who did not use her as a shield, releasing her instead. He had mercilessly killed off those guards, yet he promised not to harm her.
"I want you to promise me," Ash began, startling the woman.
"What do you want me to promise? Not that I will," she replied, looking at him out of the corner of her eyes. As she did, she wondered why the two guys next to her had not stopped her... she knew that he adjusted his glasses, but she knew nothing beyond that.
He chose not to reply, instead heading for his pokemon, both of whom parted to make way for him. "Miss Waterflower is different from all of you, in a way we do not know. But it appears that... she might have an important role in the future," he finally replied, dropping on one knee and picked Misty up.
Erika looked at him in bewilderment. She had no idea what he was talking about, and she wondered why had Misty fallen asleep here. With this stranger's pokemon too! "Is she alright?" she demanded quietly as she looked at Misty's limp form, unmoving even when he picked her up.
"She's fine. I had my pokemon make her fall asleep, so that she won't see what happened inside," Ash informed Erika who breathed a sigh of relief. "I want you to look after her well. As of now, the only reason I can say, and know of, is that she is different to us," he turned and laid Misty, with a delicacy which surprised Erika, on the ground.
Kneeling down, she cradled her friend close to her. "That's the promise?" Erika raised an eyebrow and relaxed when he nodded. "Very well. I promise. I won't let her fall into any harm anyway. She's my best friend."
"I'll take your word for it," he muttered, before climbing onto the dragon as he retrieved the tiger-like pokemon. Several wing beats later, he was airborne, and flying away from the museum.
"What happened?" Lance inquired urgently as the rest of the group caught up with her, freed from Ash's apparent 'hypnotism'.
"Nothing," Erika answered, pulling Misty to her feet, the latter still sleeping soundly. "Let's go back. We have to put her in bed," she looked at Brock pointedly, who scooped Misty up easily. "It's been one hell of a day..."
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"The mission was successful, although the elites and the gym leaders appeared to have been tipped off by somebody who knows our plans," Ash reported to Giovanni, who nodded. "You should ferret whoever what is, before they interfere in any more of your plans."
Giovanni nodded, dismissing Ash, before returning to the files on his table. Ash saluted, and returned to his own room. Taking off his cloak, he laid down on his bed before placing his glasses on the small table next to his bed. Ash's golden amber eyes shone in the yellow light.
Gradually, as his eyelids closed, the color grew in intensity, until it reverted back to his usual crimson red. Sleep descended upon him, but it was restless, as dreams bombarded him.
^ Flashback ^
He felt little pain as his body was pierced with sharp pointed ice, adding to those already in him. Blood seeped from his wound onto the clear transparent ice, quickly running under it, hanging on the tip like dew on grass.
You mustn't die yet
Ash tried in vain to clear his vision. What was going on, he did not know, as darkness blindfolded him from everything. He knew he should not be angry, but he was, for reasons he did not know.
You must protect her, for she is special, different from the others. Like you
Who was the voice, Ash wanted to ask, but he had no energy to speak. What did that person mean but she is different? Who? Each word Ash heard, infuriated him more. But Ash did not know who, what, or why is he feeling like this. Was it his subconscious playing tricks on him?
I know you are tired. Rest, and I will help you
The lure of a chance to rest was tempting for him, but he did not want to rest yet. He had to complete the mission. Or he would die trying. He did not like failure and neither did Giovanni.
Furthermore, he had to ensure Waterflower's safety. Did the others not realize her difference that they were willing to kill her to get to him? Or was it only himself, who had never seen anyone else act like her?
Believe in me. I shall settle everything...
Ash tried his best to keep awake, but the soft, soothing sound lulled him, making him know nothing, as he let the voice control him.
When he opened is eyes again, he saw himself pulling out the ice, even though he was not in control of his body. Tossing the ice to the ground, he looked at the numerous injuries on his body. The blood had stanched, the flesh quickly growing back to seal the holes with astonishing speed.
Snarling, Ash exited the door, to be met by two very shocked, very stunned guards who did not move for a second. But it was enough for him, as he launched himself at them, only partially aware that his arms had changed, sporting elbow blades which was part of his own arm.
Using swift, quick strokes, he sliced off the head of one guard, severing the arm of the other. He hastened to silence the scream of the not yet dead guard, but the guard's screams had attracted the others. Still unable to control his body, Ash found himself entering the room next to the one he had came out of, to see a stone which appeared to have been made of endless, absorbing darkness.
He broke the glass and pocketed it, before leaping onto the ceiling, his fingers changing into claws like an alien's. Quietly, he maneuvered to hang over the entrance of the room, setting an ambush. All he could remember beyond that was blood, blood and more blood, his body feeling intoxicated if he tasted even a single drop of the coppery liquid...
^ End Flashback ^
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author's notes again:
That's chapter 7 for you. This chapter doesn't seem like much, but it might reveal some very small details I need to tell myself to make the story proceed. Sorry if this chapter sucks. I'll do my best for the next chapter! ^_^
Some of you noticed that I changed the title. I thought the old one didn't seem correct for this story, so I changed it. Wonder if I have to change it anymore. Anyway, please review! As always, ideas are welcomed!
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Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon! I own Drakon and Halgre though. ^_^
~*~*~*~
Author's notes:
Glad to see that some people like this story! Thanks everyone for their support for this story! It's my best work, and I'm glad others like it.
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Lance stood up abruptly as a one of the guards burst into the room, his left arm nothing but a bleeding stump. "What the fuck is going on outside?!" he demanded, as more screams of pain and gunfire became more evident now that the door was open.
"T-the intruder... sir," the guard gasped almost going into shock. "He's slaughtering us all!"
"But it can't be! He's dead and I saw it with my own eyes!" Lance yelled at him, before heading out the door, the rest of the gym leaders more inclined to stay within the room. They definitely did not want to meet whatever did that to the guard's arm.
"Dead am I?" a low dangerous voice answered him from above. Lance glanced upwards, to see the intruder- whom he had yet to know the name- clinging onto the ceiling, looking down at him like a lizard at home. As shots pelted the concrete of the ceiling, Ash deftly strafed away, heading to where the firers were.
As Ash started on the guards, Lance had to look away, as did Erika and Brock who were peering over his shoulder. Only after silence had descended, Lance looked at Ash again. The wall, the ground and certain parts of the ceiling were painted with blood from the numerous bodies laying on the ground missing limbs, usually the head.
With a soft thump, Ash released his grip on the ceiling, landing on the carpet-soaked with the crimson red substance- before looking at Lance with a smirk plastered on his face. "Apparently, you've been leading this little group trainers against me," he came closer slowly, pushing his sunglasses higher up the bridge of his nose.
"We had to protect the orb from thieves of any kind. Especially one from Team Rocket," Lance replied strongly, putting up a brave front. However, he had already guessed that this intruder was no normal person...
"But I do believe that this is what you were intending to protect?" Ash held up a smooth round ball, make of a kind of stone. "Rather nice of you to leave me in the store just next to the chamber. Or maybe it was Lorelei?" he returned the black stone into one of his pockets, regarding the woman who had came out to join Lance.
For the few seconds which stretched painfully for Lance, Lorelei and the intruder seemed to observe each other. However, because of the dark glasses both were wearing, they could not tell.
"I do not appreciate anyone trying to kill me, but I've got to let you go this time," Ash muttered loud enough for them to hear, before looking into the room, where Misty's sisters were holding onto each other tightly, and the other gym leaders were. "I would like Erika to accompany for a while. And it's a statement, not a request."
"Why do you want her to go with you?" Brock demanded, crossing his arms. "Do you want to use her as a hostage like you did to Misty?" he added, before realizing who had been missing. "Where is Misty anyway?! If you've done anything to her...."
"I do not need a hostage to leave this place. As for Miss Waterflower, she is fine. And I give you my word that I shall not harm Erika, even if you do not trust me," Ash told Brock coldly.
Erika took a step forward. "I'll take your word for it," she announced to Ash, much to Lance and Brock's shock and apparent wish to protest. "But on the condition you take me to my friend," she added, her arms crossed.
Ash nodded, before lowering his glasses slightly for a moment. It was enough to stop Lance and Brock holding Erika back. There was an aura of danger which seemed to enshroud them, when they saw his eyes. Meekly, the two men stayed in their place but watched as Erika closed the distance between Ash and herself.
There was silence as Ash turned and lead the way out of the museum. Not that either of them wanted to start a conversation with each other. But Erika was worried for her friend. Misty could've been killed by this man, who did not use her as a shield, releasing her instead. He had mercilessly killed off those guards, yet he promised not to harm her.
"I want you to promise me," Ash began, startling the woman.
"What do you want me to promise? Not that I will," she replied, looking at him out of the corner of her eyes. As she did, she wondered why the two guys next to her had not stopped her... she knew that he adjusted his glasses, but she knew nothing beyond that.
He chose not to reply, instead heading for his pokemon, both of whom parted to make way for him. "Miss Waterflower is different from all of you, in a way we do not know. But it appears that... she might have an important role in the future," he finally replied, dropping on one knee and picked Misty up.
Erika looked at him in bewilderment. She had no idea what he was talking about, and she wondered why had Misty fallen asleep here. With this stranger's pokemon too! "Is she alright?" she demanded quietly as she looked at Misty's limp form, unmoving even when he picked her up.
"She's fine. I had my pokemon make her fall asleep, so that she won't see what happened inside," Ash informed Erika who breathed a sigh of relief. "I want you to look after her well. As of now, the only reason I can say, and know of, is that she is different to us," he turned and laid Misty, with a delicacy which surprised Erika, on the ground.
Kneeling down, she cradled her friend close to her. "That's the promise?" Erika raised an eyebrow and relaxed when he nodded. "Very well. I promise. I won't let her fall into any harm anyway. She's my best friend."
"I'll take your word for it," he muttered, before climbing onto the dragon as he retrieved the tiger-like pokemon. Several wing beats later, he was airborne, and flying away from the museum.
"What happened?" Lance inquired urgently as the rest of the group caught up with her, freed from Ash's apparent 'hypnotism'.
"Nothing," Erika answered, pulling Misty to her feet, the latter still sleeping soundly. "Let's go back. We have to put her in bed," she looked at Brock pointedly, who scooped Misty up easily. "It's been one hell of a day..."
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"The mission was successful, although the elites and the gym leaders appeared to have been tipped off by somebody who knows our plans," Ash reported to Giovanni, who nodded. "You should ferret whoever what is, before they interfere in any more of your plans."
Giovanni nodded, dismissing Ash, before returning to the files on his table. Ash saluted, and returned to his own room. Taking off his cloak, he laid down on his bed before placing his glasses on the small table next to his bed. Ash's golden amber eyes shone in the yellow light.
Gradually, as his eyelids closed, the color grew in intensity, until it reverted back to his usual crimson red. Sleep descended upon him, but it was restless, as dreams bombarded him.
^ Flashback ^
He felt little pain as his body was pierced with sharp pointed ice, adding to those already in him. Blood seeped from his wound onto the clear transparent ice, quickly running under it, hanging on the tip like dew on grass.
You mustn't die yet
Ash tried in vain to clear his vision. What was going on, he did not know, as darkness blindfolded him from everything. He knew he should not be angry, but he was, for reasons he did not know.
You must protect her, for she is special, different from the others. Like you
Who was the voice, Ash wanted to ask, but he had no energy to speak. What did that person mean but she is different? Who? Each word Ash heard, infuriated him more. But Ash did not know who, what, or why is he feeling like this. Was it his subconscious playing tricks on him?
I know you are tired. Rest, and I will help you
The lure of a chance to rest was tempting for him, but he did not want to rest yet. He had to complete the mission. Or he would die trying. He did not like failure and neither did Giovanni.
Furthermore, he had to ensure Waterflower's safety. Did the others not realize her difference that they were willing to kill her to get to him? Or was it only himself, who had never seen anyone else act like her?
Believe in me. I shall settle everything...
Ash tried his best to keep awake, but the soft, soothing sound lulled him, making him know nothing, as he let the voice control him.
When he opened is eyes again, he saw himself pulling out the ice, even though he was not in control of his body. Tossing the ice to the ground, he looked at the numerous injuries on his body. The blood had stanched, the flesh quickly growing back to seal the holes with astonishing speed.
Snarling, Ash exited the door, to be met by two very shocked, very stunned guards who did not move for a second. But it was enough for him, as he launched himself at them, only partially aware that his arms had changed, sporting elbow blades which was part of his own arm.
Using swift, quick strokes, he sliced off the head of one guard, severing the arm of the other. He hastened to silence the scream of the not yet dead guard, but the guard's screams had attracted the others. Still unable to control his body, Ash found himself entering the room next to the one he had came out of, to see a stone which appeared to have been made of endless, absorbing darkness.
He broke the glass and pocketed it, before leaping onto the ceiling, his fingers changing into claws like an alien's. Quietly, he maneuvered to hang over the entrance of the room, setting an ambush. All he could remember beyond that was blood, blood and more blood, his body feeling intoxicated if he tasted even a single drop of the coppery liquid...
^ End Flashback ^
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author's notes again:
That's chapter 7 for you. This chapter doesn't seem like much, but it might reveal some very small details I need to tell myself to make the story proceed. Sorry if this chapter sucks. I'll do my best for the next chapter! ^_^
Some of you noticed that I changed the title. I thought the old one didn't seem correct for this story, so I changed it. Wonder if I have to change it anymore. Anyway, please review! As always, ideas are welcomed!